The players were unsure if it was an illusion or something else, but they noticed that their strength seemed to be gradually recovering. While it was only a slight increase, it was a genuine restoration.
Was there a problem with the formation, or what?
At this moment, the players reluctantly glanced at the members of the Blood Cult.
Thump!
Everyone's heartbeat slowed by half a beat.
Because the members of the Blood Cult were revealing expressions of utter despair.
The remaining players who hadn't yet reacted didn't need to turn their heads to look.
"No! No!"
"My lord! How could you have been ambushed like this??"
"Blasphemer! You will pay for this!"
...
The fanatics of the Blood Cult, who had previously been unaffected by the formation, now charged wildly toward the cocoon made of countless blood-colored threads in the sky.
They were consumed by rage, some even shedding tears!